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WordsA kind word can heal a simple wound
While a hurtful oath can just bring about a thousand more.

YouYou are the source of all my happiness,
The root of all my pain.
A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,
But when I think of the things you have done,
Then back to myself,
I wonder why it had to be you...
You of all people, I fall for,
Deep and slowly, although fully aware.
I talk to you and I think my heart stops,
A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,
But when I remember you have somebody else,
A part of me whines, and cries and dies,
Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,
A put on a smile,
And pretend its alright.

Feelings InsideYet again you feel it within yourself,
Like a twisting pain, sharp, and
Meaningful.
You somewhat enjoy it, the pain, for
It brings color to a dull world that you see.
Is it jealously?
Perhaps, although there is no reasonable
Thought that comes to mind as to why it
Would be.
It doesn't go away, but when it does,
After much will and forcing out,
You think that you have conquered it,
And if it may ever return again,
It will be easy to rid of and ignore,
However, that never seems to be the case.

StitchingTrails of broken hearts,
Cracked, shattered, even just a bit scratched,
And oh how I try to stitch them back together,
Pin them lightly at first,
Just as any tailor of hearts would I suppose.
Then, I embroider the pieces,
Slowly, carefully, ever so cautious to not tear it.
But, as they say, I appear to be the one who
Rips these poor hearts' seams in the first place,
And I call back into my corner,
Needle and thread in hand,
And simple disappear...

PurestSuch a delicate soul,
A sweet spirit she has,
And how it breaks my heart
When she is hurt,
For purity can be scarred
Without protection,
And I hope I can provide
What I can.
Beautiful eyes, yes, very much so,
And how they fill me with joy when I
Glance at them,
Ah yes,
Quite magnificent indeed.

Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but

MemoriesScrambling through memories,
Lost without a sense of time.

All of now seems meaningless,
And parts of me wish to return to what once was.

But, gazing upon these memories only
Bring back heartache,

It only makes me remember:
"You are a liar. You cannot be trusted.

You've let more down then you've put up,
And what a devious thief you can be too."

So, with a blink of the eye,
With the rolling of salty tears,

You forget,
Only to continue your horrific ways.

I Will Always ListenI'll always be here for you,
No matter what,
I'll be hear if you need to talk,
Rant and ramble on, I'm here to listen.

Judging, not a chance.
From the things I've seen,
Judging would do no one any good,
Only make manners worse if you ask me.

So, please,
Feel free to yell at the sky,
Slam your fist and curse
The world,

For I will sit content, listen
And absorb what you have to say.
Help, perhaps, if it is in my power,
Try, most definitely.

Look To The SkyI told her:
"Forever I have waited for you,
Forever, I've looked to the sky,
Wished with my soul and heart,
For someone to come my way
So my lonesomeness would flee,
And how my blood was spilled upon
That starry night of
Gray furred clouds."

She cooed,
Happy as can be,
Yet cried as she pulled away from me,
Unable to talk,
Unable to see me.

I told her:
"Look to the sky,
Look far into it,
Deep and hard.
But only if you listen
Will you hear me,
Hear my cries.
For the sky never forgets,
Neither will I."

PromisesMore lies,
More promises.

More betrayal,
Or so it seems.

More discarding
Of peoples lives.

More hate,
More love.

You shall give,
And you shall receive,

Oh what lies,
Just as good as a lie

As myself,
My words.

My promises.

QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?

I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The qu

Fitting InI could,
Oh trust me, I could.

So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,

So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,

Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,

My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.

When You ThoughtHave you ever believed so much in something?
Became so attached to a belief,
A statement, and person or object
Or perhaps even an event or happening?
You put all your faith and belief into this,
Only to watch it shatter before your feet,
As if it had meant nothing to you at all.

If you have none done or seen these things,
I highly recommend you stray away from repeating
The mistakes of the before.

Change Doesn't Come EasyI will not back down,
I will not stop,
Because quite honestly,
all the hate I've received
Only proves how much more important
This cause really is.

This proves what I am up against,
Shows the cowardice of the world.

I am not afraid to fight
For what I truly believe in,
And the cruelty I've been sent,
Most of which without much logical reason.

I refuse to "change the topic"
Only because I way what others
Are too fearful to stand up for.

I will lead a pack of misfits
To the very end,
And we will someday be on top perhaps.

We will not stop,
We will continue on,
We will change this world.

Walk AwayAnd so they say
Sometimes you just need to walk away,
And see who follows.

I did this one day,
Walked away, far away,
But sadly no one followed.

And so back home I walk,
Head hung with sorrow,
A pencil drawn smile.

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Stifled Love

by ~idoartguy, Apr 24, 2012, 2:04:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You stand in front of them,
And oh, how their eyes seem to shine
Back at you,
And you feel such an urge just to lean
Over and kiss them,
Yet, you hold back,
For they are simply taken,
And your heart cannot be
Taken from you, for they
Already grasp another.

You grin,
And act like nothing is wrong,
But ever time they speak
Of their lover's name,
Your heart shrivels up,
And cries out to them.

But you keep your mouth shut,
And stifle the pain,
For you cannot be loved back,
No, not someone like that,
For you simply do not deserve your only love...

Stifled Loveby ~idoartguy

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

~SingingEms7 Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

Oh my gosh, I am literally experiencing this right at this moment... I love you for putting my words into this poem!

~idoartguy Apr 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sorry :c

~SingingEms7 Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

Yeah, it really stinks

But I guess I'll get through it... He probably wouldn't even like me back even if I did tell him which would also ruin our friendship that has recently been built up well...

But gosh, I've got it so bad! :/ It's like every time I look at him my heart goes crazy! And it's not like I want it to happen or anything, but I just like him. And I know for a fact he doesn't like me back in that same way

Plus, he's going to a different high school than me next year, so we probably wouldn't even see each other ever again... I've seriously considered kissing him on graduation, but that seems way too risky and I'd never do it. It'd be bad and if I ever saw him again, I'd be mortified... I wish I could, though...
Thanks a million for the support, though

You're awesome when it comes to these sort of things!

~idoartguy Apr 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Awh dear, I'm sorry to hear that :c
You saw that girl in my photo I just posted, Rachel?
I have a huge crush on her, and she lives like 2 hours away... She won't even bother to text me back... :/
So I know the feeling, not just because of this, but some many other things as well. I hope things work out for you dear, and I'm here to talk if you'd ever like too ^^ <3

~SingingEms7 Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

I'm sorry too

And really? That totally stinks! :/ She's missing out!

But yeah, I can tell you totally know where I'm coming from. I hope everything works out as well, for both me and you

And I may take you up on that offer sometime...

~idoartguy Apr 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

And I hope you do
^^

~SingingEms7 Apr 27, 2012 Student Writer

I'm sure it'll all work out in the end... God's got a plan for me

~idoartguy Apr 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

See, I believe you create your own path in life ^^ But I do believe in God and that He can interfere if He must ^^

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~sami121candy Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i can relate big time 2 this poem

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~NwgroGuerra Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

true.

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